#stormswake 2

[undyingjustice]

@stormswake​

Undyne’s been housed in Archimedes this time, and despite the uncomfortable population density of the condos, at least the rest of the ward is... pretty nice. She’s brought a full piano down into a cave, and it makes for a pretty quiet, reclusive place, most of the time. There’s a light stream of water coming down in front of it that could barely be called a waterfall.

Today, she’s playing piano. It’s a relaxed, improvised composition, heard by nobody, unless they happen to be walking this far outside of the more populated areas. Which, apparently, someone is.

“What...?” Oh, she recognizes him. She stops playing, and rests a forearm down across a bunch of the keys in a way that makes a discordant noise. “What do you want? Here to avenge your pathetic coffee?”

[redlichbluelich]

@stormswake​

Barry knows he’s being avoided. He didn’t at first, but when you’ve been neighbors and then coworkers with the same person for five months without managing to get one solid conversation in, it’s hard for it not to be obvious.

He’s tried to convey that there isn’t any need to be embarrassed about the Stars affecting his memories, or needing bus directions, or whatever else could possibly be troubling Yuan about interacting with Barry, but to no avail. So he’s mostly left it alone, save for the occasional attempt which generally goes ignored.

But today he has something he wants to say, at least, whether Yuan wants to respond or not, so he waits until the end of the work shift and comes slightly nearer than usual as they’re getting ready to go. Hopefully this’ll keep him from feeling cornered, but give Barry at least a moment to speak while they both have to gather their things.

“Listen-- We don’t have to converse, all right, I just wanna say one thing if you’ll hear me out for, like, twenty seconds.”

“I didn’t realize it was-- was you the first time I heard about this, but... you know when we were all having, uh, memory problems last summer? You helped out a young kid back then, right? An elf, Lup, with the pink in her hair?” He only pauses long enough to make sure there’s any kind of recognition on Yuan’s face before continuing. “I just wanted to say: thank you. That was a difficult time for us all, and in-- in present times, she’s my wife. So... I appreciate it. I know she does, too. That’s all.”